Thursday, October 23, 2014

*Licking Lollipops by Marami Hung

Leilani’s job is more addicting than sugar. It’s her drug. She might look meek and too young to be a
college student, but she’s a naughty girl with a dirty secret.

Leilani grants fantasies. When a request comes in, Leilani dons her
pseudonym “Lollipop” and transforms into a high school cheerleader, a
dominating cat girl, or even a sweet little Victorian girl who loves candy and
ice cream.

Her business satisfies her lust, pays just enough
for college tuition, and always draws her back, despite the abuse that torments
her afterward.

But when a gorgeous classmate finds out and urges
her to stop, Leilani’s first fear isn’t getting kicked out of college. She’s terrified that she might give up her
primal lust for genuine intimacy.

I straddled Coach Banks’s firm, tan torso, and I
relished in every kiss he planted from my ear to below my collarbone. Behind me, the hard wall of his office was a
little too cold, but that only added to my pleasure and contrasted with his hot
skin. I threw my head back and looked
above at the mounted football helmets and Coach of the Year Awards. This man deserved better than that. This man was smoking hot, and I was going to
help him live out the fantasies he’d had for months.

A moan escaped my lips when I felt his large,
masculine hands slip beneath my tight cheerleading top and caress my small
breasts. I made sure not to wear a bra
before I came to see him. I then looked
deep into his big, brown eyes, letting him know through my gaze just how much
he was turning me on. He smiled, and I
saw a hint of satisfaction. Then his
eyes flashed with hunger, and my vision brightened as he pinched my nipples. I whimpered then, sweetly, my nearly
animalistic gasps heavy with ecstasy. I
knew he liked his girls to be vocal.
That’s why he liked the cheerleading team so much.

I wrapped my arms around his muscular neck and
pulled myself closer to him for a long, deep kiss. The sensation of the tips of our tongues
swirling around each other sent a burst of warmth below my belly button. He would be pleased when he finally reached
down below my skirt.

“Coach,” I whispered in his ear, brushing my bottom
lip against his lobe. “I’m all yours
tonight. Please take me all the
way. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

He pinched my nipples again, then flicked
them. I cried out, and he caught my lips
in another kiss. I moaned into his
daring tongue as he continued to play with my small tits. As much as I would enjoy him to continue, at
that moment, all I wanted was to feel his big cock inside of me.

He finally pulled away from my lips, his own wet
and reddened from our passion. “I held
myself back for months. I didn’t want to
take things too quickly with you. Are
you sure you want this?”

I nodded.
“Yes! Yes, please, Coach!”

He smirked and gave me a quick kiss. “You were so worth the wait.”

With me still straddling him, he carried me over to
his desk and swept his phone, paperwork, and football key chains onto the
floor. This was the moment I had been
waiting for; my heart thumped with excitement, my pussy throbbed with
anticipation. He set me on top of his
desk, the heels of my feet resting on the edge, and spread my knees wide
open. He lifted up my navy blue pleated
skirt and smiled at my hot pink, lacy panties.
I made sure not to wear my cheerleading bloomers, either; they would be
a hindrance for my Coach Banks.

He caressed my inner thighs, up and down, teasing
me for several strokes until he ran his index finger over my pussy, pressing
harder when he reached my clit. I gasped
and writhed on top of his desk as he played with my clit through a layer of
soft lace. I could feel myself becoming
wetter with each passing stroke and craved the moment he pulled off my panties.

It seemed like an eternity had passed when I
decided to pull them off myself. I
tossed them onto the floor next to his phone and spread myself wide again, so
he could take in the view of my hairless, glistening pussy. He smiled and started to unbuckle his belt.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked him
breathlessly.

He dropped his jeans and trousers, and his already
erect cock twitched in the presence of my exposed pussy. “See for yourself,” he said, his voice deep
and husky. I couldn’t wait to hear him
groan in that sexy voice as he fucked me wildly. I swallowed hard as I imagined my pussy
swallowing a cock as big as his.

Licking Lollipops by Marami HungMy rating: 3 of 5 starsI am not sure what to say about this book. It was interesting, the sex scenes were hot for the most part. I have several things I didn't like about it personally, but I think overall it just wasn't up my alley as a favored read.

Please do not let that turn you away if this is your type of read it was well written and a very interesting book. The story-line was intriguing and I'm sure that it will be very successful.View all my reviews

AUTHOR BIO:

Marami Hung began her escapades with erotica as the narrator of J.S. Cooper’s The Love Trials. You can also hear her in Kylie Gable’s Calendar Girl.